At the gaze handed over by Shang Xia Mian, Bai smiled firmly.

"Since you mentioned Liu Zhen, what else can it be other than the Holy Dragon Ball? At first, we met in the Snow Mountain, and through the sacrifice of the Wu Clan, we awakened the flower soul and signed a contract that only belonged to you and me. And when you really wake up, it's in Liuzhen, the greed of human nature is always the best thing to use, the twelve concubines are jealous of the glory of the saint, but they don't know that the saint also wants to break free from the shackles that firmly hold her, and the chess pieces will calculate each other, and no one can do it. It was these despicable emotions that gave me the opportunity to pray for the gods and turn into a ritual to summon the flower spirit, and you finally woke up from the flower spirit. ”

Shiro told all the stories they had had had over the years, but Xia Mian rarely heard him say that.

For no other reason, although Bai likes to show his superiority and dominate many small things, he is not a person who is eager for quick success.

He couldn't see Xia Mian's resistance, and every time he realized that his authority was violated, he would remind the little princess of Loulan who was attached to whom, and wear down her arrogance a little bit. But Bai never put his chips on the table, using his past efforts as a threat, and forcing Xia Mian to do something with almost tough means.

Probably Bai has a bit of arrogance in his heart, and he has a lot of patience.

He knows very well that if a relationship can only be maintained by interests, it is obviously too ridiculous and fragile, human affairs are the most unreasonable things, and he should not think rationally in the first place, but the more he understands, the more shallow fate will be. In the end, when the things exchanged with each other are over, it means that the relationship is on the verge of an end, and it is difficult to maintain it for a long time. Especially for Xia Mian, when the contract of the flower soul ends, her weak position will end, and even her identity will be reversed, and when the fragments of the "goddess's battle suit" are collected, she will be a god.

Shiro can control the fragile souls that are parasitic in the flower soul, but how can he control the gods?

This is not what he wants, or rather, what he wants is not a short shallow fate, but the consummation after everything has been decided. Bai wants to sharpen the pride of the little princess, and assimilate her like a frog in warm water, when the little princess falls from the altar into the mire of the world, and is contaminated with dirt, and takes dirt and turbidity as a habit, Bai can make her willingly accept such a relationship.

Many times, the reason why addiction is addiction is both hatred and obsession.

As in the Stockholm plot, when the abused person has endured enough pain, he will think of the abuser's occasional warmth, and take the fleeting romance as meaning, as if the most difficult years have been pinned on, and everything becomes hopeful. But he ignores that in fact, the so-called difficulties are given by another person, and the so-called help is like drinking water to quench thirst.

But what does it matter?

As long as two people are happy enough to enjoy it, no matter how much one of them resists, it can't change the pathological possession. When feelings become an addiction, even if people hate and resist, the remaining reason in the bottom of her heart tells her that she should refuse, but the long-term habit and dependence are enough to break the stereotype. Bai knows people's hearts well and knows what is truly strong.

When there is still a way out, it is impossible to make an absolute all-or-nothing bet.

As long as there are doubts and reservations between each other, it is inevitable that they will be jealous of each other, pass the buck to each other, and will give birth to two hearts. Only two people become the same kind of people, and they can't merge with anyone else in this world, then the two of them become the only partners, they can only trust each other, rely on each other, and regard each other as the last straw, or the only light in the mire.

This kind of relationship is what Bai wants, and it is also something that Xia Mian can't get rid of.

When he first conceived this, Bai had his own plan, but many emotions were concealed by him and did not show a single thing. For many things, Bai is resolute in saying the same, and people who are in ruin will not feel afraid because of how difficult the road ahead is, and when there is no way out, more possibilities will often be stimulated.

But Bai's usual directness and decisiveness finally turned a corner emotionally.

He can make Xia Mian feel controlled and possessed, coveted and mastered, they can confront each other, and then it is up to him to patiently wear down the little princess's instinctive resistance. But Bai doesn't want to show clear love, the occasional warmth must be hidden in the ferocity, and the layers of disguise packaging become part of the calculation, as if the tenderness in the gaps is all calculation.

He can admit anything, but he refuses to admit his sincerity.

In these years of getting along, Bai clearly felt the changes in Xia Mian, but never faced up to his own changes. But the long-term run-in has left traces in the hearts of the two people, which itself cannot be unilateral, is it possible that in the payment of feelings, will the variables only be produced unilaterally, the answer is obvious, I don't want to admit that it is just a mediocrity.

The original little princess was so proud and pure, fragile and fragile, like a little deviation in the gap of time.

But if there is a little more variable, everything will have a completely different ending.......

Bai still remembers the beginning of the encounter, it was the shocking side of the dream, the little princess had just woken up from the flower soul, and she couldn't even conjure up the spirit body, and even the dream seemed ethereal, leaving Bai with just a little residual thought, hidden in the temple covered by the yellow sand, but a very shallow and faint figure, like the hallucination produced after Bai's rhapsody.

If it weren't for the ring, I wouldn't have even had such an illusion.

When I intersected with the little princess of Loulan, it was the darkest period of Bai Qian's life.

It is difficult for people to pay attention to the details of life in good times, just as only suffering can sharpen tenacity, and when pain is a breeding ground, can words be written for generations. It is only when one is on the verge of despair that one realizes the importance of the so-called, distinguishes the boundary between nothingness and reality, and recognizes the truth in some extreme form.

Bai once clearly had the most glorious identity and the most anticipated future, he was the newborn sunrise in the eyes of everyone, and what awaited him was incomparable glory. But God played a hurtful joke on him, even a wizard is not exempt from vulgarity, white is not the rising sun, but a fleeting fireworks, which will end before they shine.

When Bai's life was just beginning, he was given an ultimatum.

- Lung cancer is in an advanced stage, and there is no cure.

If it hadn't been for the antiquities left by the ancestors of the Bai family, perhaps Bai would have died in the winter many years ago.

It all came when he found a ring in the basement - a ring that only belonged to the ancient kingdom of Loulan.

It was a dark red ring, and Bai still can't tell why this ring happened to let him see it, and the attraction in the dark made him carry it to his hand. On the night he put on the ring, the little princess of Loulan entered his dream for the first time, and the secrets of the deception and flower soul of the ancient kingdom of Loulan that were hidden in the years gradually became clear.

Later, it was the trip to the snowy mountains.

At the beginning, Bai just had the idea of taking one step at a time and going to the snowy mountains to try his luck.

For terminally ill people, being able to live one more day is like a stolen time, in the case of no medicine stone, it doesn't matter whether it is a good doctor or a quack, Chinese medicine or Western medicine, when the desire to "live" is strong enough, praying to God and worshiping Buddha and gods and ghosts have become an opportunity to try, let alone an atheist, relying on dreams to win a glimmer of life for himself.

It wasn't until Bai Zhen experienced the sacrifice of the Wu Clan, summoned the flower soul in the Snow Mountain, and saw the little princess Loulan who had seen countless times in his dreams, from a hazy figure to a gradually distinct face, that he believed that all his previous dreams were true.

Then, it is logical to sign a contract with the flower soul completely.

Bai became the master of the flower soul, he became the ally of the little princess, and began everything planned in the dream, until that moment, his identity was not only a descendant of the Bai family or a witness to this strange history, but directly involved in the deepest part of the mystery of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, becoming a participant in everything, and even the person who rewrote the final story.

What does that feel like........

The bones of the whole body are shattered in the entanglement of vines, and they are reborn after being put to death, and the pain of death is enough to make people understand many things in an instant, and after surviving the threshold of life and death, everything else becomes a trivial matter. All kinds of incredible things are piled up, like a fateful choice, and no one can resist.

At that time, Bai regarded this as his own way out, and it was the flower soul that gave him life.

It wasn't until much later that he was willing to admit that this was the mutual redemption between him and Xia Mian.

........

The sudden cold wind made Bai sober up a little.

Many fragmentary memories of the conversation before coming to Xizang, as well as the fate between him and the little princess of Loulan, were all clear in Tsering Gesang's questioning.

"Why, I said that I was in my heart, so I couldn't speak?"

In Bai's silence, Tsering Gesang finally found some initiative, so that he became interested.

"I have talked so much about the truth, and I am telling me what Yang Jin thinks, and I am commenting on my feelings for her, as if you are a god from above, watching everything with cold eyes. It turns out that I'm just a poor person, of course I have a cowardly side, and I don't want to face things, but what about you, fifty steps and a hundred steps, what are you better than me?"

"You're thinking too much, Tsering Gesang. ”

After a while, Bai Cai lowered his eyes slightly and chuckled.

"What?"

"Not everyone is as fragile and cowardly as you, there are many solutions to the same thing, behind every decision, there are completely different results, blindly procrastination is equivalent to doing nothing, this is the most meaningless of many methods. It's just that you took advantage of the right time and place, but you chose the most wrong way to deal with it...... It's not so much that I'm looking to your story and hanging on to someone who can't get it, but I want to see if there is another possibility if a similar situation happens to different people. But it's a pity, Tsering Gesang, you let me down. ”

Answering the puzzled gaze of the Tibetan boy, the man added unhurriedly.

"It's okay, you don't have to know these things, I'll just talk about the ones that are related to you - and then you'll find out what kind of secrets are hidden in the cave where Yang Jin disappeared. ”